#I keep trying to figure out if he kissed him on the lips or not

[clusterbuck]

"Visiting them at their place of work" for buddie :3

Calling it the shift from hell might, in hindsight, be overselling it a little bit. It’s mostly just… annoying.

They keep getting called out for things that end up not actually being calls.

There’s a fire in a public park, but it turns out someone just had an incident with a birthday candle, and the whole thing was stamped out between someone calling 9-1-1 and the 118 actually getting there. Buck vaults out of the engine, already half-reaching for the hose, and stops like he’d slammed into an invisible wall when he sees the small, scorched-out circle of grass. It’s not even smoking anymore.

There’s a patient who got stung by a bee and went into anaphylactic shock, but by the time they get on scene all that’s left is an overzealous passerby. “I told her I called an ambulance,” he said, “But she stabbed herself with her Epi-Pen—”

“—Injected,” Hen mutters.

“—And called herself an Uber.” 

Buck sighs.

There’s a report of a missing child, only three blocks from where they are, and they race to the scene with lights and sirens blaring only to find the mother clutching her son and crying tears of relief. It turns out he’d just been hiding behind a planter, watching an army of ants march by with their bounty from the nearby food court.

And Buck isn’t mad. Of course he isn’t. He can’t be mad about a child not being missing. 

But he is, however, full of adrenaline with no place to go, which might be clouding his judgement a little as he texts Eddie this is the shift from HELL.

Then the radio crackles, and they’re off again. 

Three non-calls later, there is a decided tension in the air as they pull into the app bay. 

“Did anyone say the q-word?” Chimney asks. “There’s something wrong with this shift. Come on, fess up, we won’t bite.” 

“Much,” Hen mutters, as all eyes turn to Ravi. He holds up both hands in protest.

“Not me,” he says. “I learned my lesson the first time. Promise.” Then he frowns. “Does anyone else smell… cheese?” 

Chimney rolls his eyes. “Nice try,” he says. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this, you kn—”

“No, wait,” Hen says. “It kind of smells like—”

“Cheese,” Buck agrees, trying to figure out where the smell is coming from.

Behind him, someone’s phone lets out a camera shutter sound. He turns to find Hen aiming her phone at him, thumbing at the volume button but not looking the slightest bit contrite.

“You’re sniffing the air like a literal dog,” she says, shrugging at him. “I figure Eddie’s gonna get a kick out of it.”

Heat flares across Buck’s cheeks, and Hen grins. “You ever going to do something about that?” 

“I—” Buck says, and dismisses each of the seventy-three things he could possibly say in response. Because—

“Guys,” Chimney says from outside the engine. “It’s Eddie.” 

Buck scrambles to his feet and out of the engine. It’s Eddie could mean any number of things. Eddie could be hurt, or dead, or—

Or standing at the loft railing next to a towering stack of pizza boxes. 

Which makes a lot more sense.

“Heard you guys could use some lunch,” Eddie calls out. Then his eyes land on Buck, and his face cracks into a smile Buck is already starting to think of as home. Any lingering annoyance at the morning they’ve had melts away, replaced with a warmth that floods through him in time with the racing beat of his heart. 

Ravi cheers, and they jostle and elbow each other on the way up the stairs. Everyone descends on the pizza boxes, but Buck joins Eddie at the railing. 

“Hell might have been a tiny bit of an exaggeration,” he admits.

Eddie laughs, bumping his elbow against Buck’s and sending shivers radiating from the place they touched.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I checked with Maddie. But it sounded annoying, so—”

Buck swallows any other words Eddie might have intended to say. 

It isn’t the first time he kisses Eddie, but it can still be counted on just his two hands. He’s still learning the way Eddie fits against him, the current that runs through him when their lips touch. He’s still surprised by the way Eddie’s hand fists in the front of his uniform, like now that they’re finally this close he never wants to let go again. 

Buck grins, and feels Eddie’s mouth curve in unison with his.

“To be clear,” Chimney calls out, somewhere behind them. “I also appreciate the pizza. But I will not be doing all that.” 

Buck laughs, holds his middle finger up in the vague direction of Chimney’s voice, and kisses Eddie again. 

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[pockettwinzz]

One More Chance - Y.JW

୨୧pairings୨୧ : co-worker!Jungwon x co-worker!femreader

୨୧warnings୨୧ : exes to lovers, fluff, angst, jungwon gets drunk

୨୧wc୨୧ : 1.8k

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows on the rows of identical cubicles. The air-conditioning unit hummed lazily, struggling to keep up with the heat. You leaned back in your chair, your gaze drifting towards the window as you absentmindedly twirled a lock of auburn hair around your finger. Something about today felt different, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.

The sound of footsteps approaching down the hall snapped you back to reality. A familiar figure emerged from the sea of cubicles, walking towards your direction. Your heart skipped a beat as recognition washed over you. Jungwon. Your ex-boyfriend from college. You hadn't seen him in years.

The memories flooded back like a tidal wave: the way he'd always tease you about your love for plushies, the way he'd make you laugh until your sides hurt, the way he'd kiss you under the stars on the quad… You blinked back the sudden sting of tears, feeling a mixture of emotions washing over you. Part of you wanted to run away, while another part was desperate to talk to him.

As he drew closer, you found yourself unable to look away from his familiar face. He was just as handsome as you remembered, with his cute dimples and those captivating eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories. You wondered what had brought him here, to this drab little office.

"Yn?" he said, his voice soft and hesitant. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You cleared your throat, trying to find your voice.

"H-hi Jungwon." You managed to squeak out. It came out sounding a lot higher-pitched than you'd intended. You cursed yourself for sounding like such a little girl.

He smiled, and it was that same smile you remembered, the one that used to make your heart skip a beat. "Hi Yn." He replied, taking a step closer. "It's been a long time." His voice was soft, almost hesitant.

You couldn't help but return the smile, despite the nervousness that fluttered in your stomach. "It really has." You nodded, trying to find your voice. The air between you seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, like static electricity about to spark. "So, what brings you here?" You asked, gesturing around the office.

He shrugged, seeming to choose his words carefully. "I actually just started here a few days ago. The company I was working for went under, so I was out of a job. I'm still looking for my bearings around here." He laughed softly, but there was an edge of bitterness to it. "Guess I'm in the same boat as everyone else."

You bit your bottom lip, you hadn't expected to see him here, let alone work with him. "I'm sorry to hear that," you said, feeling the words hollow in your mouth. "It's a tough job market out there."

Jungwon nodded, his expression solemn. "Yeah, it is. But I'm trying to make the best of it." He glanced around the office again, his gaze landing on the small plushie on your desk. It was the same one you'd had since freshman year of college.

Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed the way he was looking at it. "Oh, this old thing?" You chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant. "I've had it forever."

Jungwon smiled, his eyes never leaving the plushie. "I remember that. You used to take it everywhere with you." He paused, then asked, "Do you still keep it close?"

The question caught you off guard. You looked up from the desk, meeting his gaze. "Well, it's been with me through a lot of changes. I guess it's become sort of a reminder of who I used to be, you know? Before everything got so complicated."

There was a long silence as you both looked at each other, memories flickering behind your eyes. The way he'd always take you on dates to your favourite places, or the times you'd stay up all night discussing your favorite movies. It felt like a lifetime ago, and yet, it also felt like no time had passed at all.

Your boss happened to walk by, interrupting the moment. "Everything okay over here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Jungwon quickly snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at your boss. "Oh, yeah. Just catching up on old times."

Your boss seemed satisfied with the answer and moved on, leaving you and Jungwon alone once again. The silence stretched between you, and you found yourself wondering if he was feeling the same way you were. The air in the office felt charged, as if a bolt of electricity could shoot through it at any moment.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the tension.

"You should get settled in. Find your desk, your chair…you know, all that stuff." You laughed nervously. "It's a big office, lots to take in."

He nodded, his gaze drifting back to the plushie. "Yeah, I'm still trying to figure it all out. It's been a little overwhelming, to be honest." There was an awkward silence as he picked up the plushie and examined it for a moment before placing it back on your desk.

"Well," you said, clearing your throat again, "I'm sure you'll find your way around. And who knows? Maybe this is just the fresh start you needed." You forced a reassuring smile, hoping that it didn't look as fake as it felt.

Jungwon looked up at you, his expression softening. "Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate that." There was a brief silence as he seemed to struggle with what to say next. Finally, he turned away and started to walk towards the door. "I'll see you around, I guess."

It had been an odd day already, and now it was ending with this strange, almost surreal conversation with Jungwon. You found yourself unable to shake the feeling that something significant had just happened between you, something that had shifted the dynamics of your relationship in a profound way. But what exactly that something was, you couldn't quite put your finger on.

After a few weeks had passed, the initial shock of Jungwon's arrival had mostly worn off. You had settled into your routine again, and he had found his place among the other executives. You still caught each other's eye from time to time, and there was always a certain undercurrent of tension whenever you were in the same room. But for the most part, you had managed to avoid any more awkward or meaningful conversations.

One Night, You received a call from Jungwon, well that was unexpected. You answered the phone with a groggy, "Hello?".

"Y/N?" Jungwon said in a slurred voice. He sounded drunk.

You sat up in bed, instantly alert. "Jungwon? Are you okay?" You asked, concern lacing your words. It was rare for him to call you so late at night, let alone sound so intoxicated.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before he responded. "Yeah…I'm not really sure. I just…I miss you yn." His voice was thick with emotion, and you could hear the unsteadiness in his breathing.

You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by his confession. It was true that you had grown close over the months you had worked together, but you hadn't expected him to feel this way about it.

"I'm sorry for being a dick. For letting go of us back then," He stammered.

You were taken aback by his words. You had never expected him to bring up the past, much less apologize for it. There was a long silence as you both wrestled with your emotions.

"Jungwon, I…" You started, unsure of how to proceed. You wanted to reassure him, to tell him that you missed him too, but the words seemed to catch in your throat.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. You could hear Jungwon breathing heavily, as if struggling with his emotions. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I swear I'm not lying yn. I'll treat you better, please."

Your heart twisted at the pain and desperation in his voice. You wanted to believe him, to trust him. But you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if this was all just some drunken confession, something he'd regret in the morning? You didn't want to risk your heart again, not after everything you'd been through.

"Jungwon," you said carefully, "I want to believe you. I really do. But..."

There was another long silence before Jungwon spoke up again. "I'm sorry for calling you, I shouldn't have. I just…I miss you so much, and I thought maybe…I don't know." His voice trailed off, and you could hear the tears in his throat.

You bit your lip, feeling a mixture of emotions churning inside you. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay. But at the same time, you were scared. Scared of getting hurt again, of opening yourself up only to have him push you away.

Before you could speak, he continued, "I just…I don't want to lose you again. Not like this. Please, just give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything. I swear."

Maybe he deserved another chance, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath. Jungwon had been nothing but kind and considerate to you before everything had fallen apart. And he sounded so sincere, so heartbroken, on the other end of the line. You didn't want to be the one to push him away, to deny him the chance to prove himself.

"Okay," you said softly, your voice barely audible even to your own ears. "I'll…give you another chance."

There was a long pause as you both tried to process the weight of what you had just said. Finally, Jungwon let out a shaky breath, and you could hear a tear trickle down his face.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll be the best boyfriend I can be." His voice was thick with emotion, and you could hear the sincerity in every word.

"I love you Yn." Jungwon whispered. It felt like he was saying it for the first time, like he was truly meaning it. You closed your eyes, feeling a lump forming in your throat. "I-I love you too jungwon."

"D-Do you want to go out with me to the movies after work tomorrow?" Jungwon asked, his voice still shaky. You could picture him sitting there on the other end of the phone, wiping away tears, trying to compose himself.

Your heart swelled at the thought of spending time with him again. "I'd like that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'd really like that."

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[siriuslynutswrites]

[ this was based on this post! it's also i little bit rushed so sorry for that 😖 ]

M.R. | Forgotten

mattheo riddle x ex!f!reader

warnings; cheating, toxicity, substance abuse, implied sex, angst

word count; 2.2k

You try to keep a straight face, even as you feel your cheeks stinging with heat, a mixture of humiliation and pity, “I just don’t understand why you can’t seem to care for me.”

Your voice is a whisper as you stare at the side of Mattheo’s head, cold and aching on the top of the Astronomy tower. His cigarette is a faint glimmer in the dark, the embers dying in a gust of wind, and he relights it with the tap of a finger.

“I want to teach you how to stand up for yourself, sweets.” He shrugs, and you feel your frown deepening into deep lines at the nickname. It’s not like he can ever call you anything more substantial. “And you won’t learn if I keep fighting your battles. You’re just gonna have to figure it out; taking care of you because somebody fought you isn’t my job.”

Your jaw drops, lips parted in a gasp between pain and shock when Mattheo’s hands shove the girl away, her body slamming off the cold, stone wall in the courtyard. Fury is written into his features, and his girlfriend; the one you’re so immeasurably jealous of; lands a perfect hand on his chest, attempting to push him away as he snarls insult after insult at the poor girl.

“Calm down, Matty, calm down.” Her voice rings out, clear and commanding. She manages to keep him back, and you almost burst into tears when he looks at her. One look. One look is all he needs for his body to relax, tension fizzing out from his curled fists before all that’s left is a hand on her waist and a puppy-eyed look.

He gives her a smile, tight-lipped yet honest smile, and turns to the girl again, glare returning, “If you ever talk shit about my woman again, you’re gonna wish you never learned how to use that dirty tongue in your mouth.”

The girl nods quickly, side-stepping along the wall until she’s out of range for his sharp insults and bruising hands. She scurries off with her friends, and almost immediately, Mattheo’s attention is back on his girlfriend, features the softest you’ve ever seen. He never looked at you like that. Not when he agreed to date you, not when you shared your first kiss. And certainly not after you asked him for help in confrontations.

You curl up tighter in your alcove, and press your book to your chest, willing yourself to not spill any more tears over him. Clearly, just because you were his girlfriend didn’t mean that he would treat you like one. You never knew what he was withholding until he gave it all. Until he gave it all to her.

“You shouldn’t fight my battles for me.” She whispers to him, fingers creeping up along the buttons of his shirt, walking along. “I can defend myself.”

“I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to fight for you.” His voice rumbles low, soft like oozing honey as he kisses her on the corner of her mouth.

You distinctly hear the clinks of your cracking heart.

⚕️

“Where the fuck were you, Matty?” You hiss, hand fisted in the material of his shirt. He smells of alcohol and weed, hair messed up into an explosion of curls. “You just disappeared during the party.”

“It’s none of your business.” He snaps back, ripping your hand off with a strong fist. “I don’t have to tell you every single thing I do.”

“I never said that.” You argue back, following him as he starts to walk towards the Slytherin common room. “I was just worried. I couldn’t see you and—”

“Y/N, for one second just— shut the fuck up.” He says, face twisting as he leans away from you. “I’m not bothered to deal with you today.”

“Oh.” You let out, voice raspy and breathy as you distance yourself. “Sorry. I didn’t realise you wanted to be alone.”

“Yeah, well, I do.” He says, and unbuttons the top button of his shirt.

You come to a stop, feet planted to the stone floor, and you watch as Mattheo continues further on, not looking back at you once. There’s a strange feeling in your gut, that something is wrong, that something isn’t right. But the sour taste on your tongue doesn’t seem to have a cause, so you simply swallow down your feelings and let your eyes stay on his retreating figure.

Only when he rounds the corner do you finally notice the dark hickeys blooming on the side of his neck.

“I didn’t realise that this time when Riddle started dating he was actually off the market.” You freeze in your stall, mid-picking up your bag.

“Right? Even when he was dating that Y/N girl he still had it in him to have some fun.” There’s a wistful sigh from outside the stalls, from next to the sinks. “Now we’re left unsatisfied.”

There’s a snort and a giggle, and the distinct sound of a gentle smack. “Oh come on. It won’t take him long until he cheats on her too, right? Nothing ties that guy down.”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” There’s a hum, and the light pop of a lip gloss tube being opened. “I offered yesterday, during the party. He was drunk, high, probably had an excuse for disappearing too, but he didn’t take the bait. And I looked good.”

“Damn, you think he actually likes her, or something?” The first girl asks, and gets a hum in response.

“Seems like it. Compared to all his other girlfriends in the past, it seems like this one isn’t just tolerable.” The girl smacks her lips together, and loudly rummages through her bag. “I wonder if the sex is just that good.”

“You think he’s staying with her for the sex?” The question hangs in the air, and after a moment of silence, both the girls burst out laughing.

“No, it seems like he’s honest to God a taken man now. We should see if Theo will let us into his exclusive fuck club.”

“Merlin, don’t call it that. And he’s honestly not my type. We should try Berkshire.”

“Boring!”

Your heart pangs, and you somehow feel even worse when the sound of the door opening and shutting reaches you. Your fingers tremble in their tight loop around the strap of your bag, and a hot, humid feeling spreads in your lungs, burning the air from within.

Because yes, eventually you did figure out that Mattheo was cheating on you. The constant disappearances during parties, the never ending collar of hickeys (even when they were too fresh to be yours), the seductive glances at other girls. You did know. You’re not that stupid. But can anybody really blame you for truly believing that you could fix him? That he would stop, realise that he has you, realise that you’re enough. That he’d show you the affection you want, on a more romantic level rather than sexual.

You thought he would change. That he simply needed time.

Clearly what he needed was a girl he actually loved.

⚕️

You let your head fall back with a sigh, the thump of the mattress soft like the whispers of the late evening. The dorm is empty, and Mattheo stands up, back in his underwear again as he searches for his jeans. Your chest is warm, gooey, like melted chocolate that matches the colour of his eyes as you watch him, the smallest of smiles playing on your lips.

He finds his jeans, picking them up to dig out a cigarette and a zippo from his pockets. He sticks the cigarette between his lips, and lights it with the zippo, clearly too exhausted to show off with wandless magic like he usually does. He drops the zippo back into the pocket, and abandons his jeans in a pile as he lets out a cloud of smoke.

There are scratches lining his shoulder blades, red and angry like your love isn’t. His neck is a mixture of old and new hickeys, and to be completely honest, you’re not sure which ones are yours. His body seems lax, carefree, and he continues smoking with his back turned to you.

It’s only when he picks his jeans up again, yanking them on as he magics the cigarette away, that you sit up.

“Where are you going?” You ask, sheets bunched around your bruised and marked hips. “I thought you said you’re free all night.”

“I am.” He says, buttoning up before he reaches for his shirt. “I’m going to my dorm.”

“Why?” You lose all your relaxation, shoulders becoming tenser by the moment as you watch him get dressed. You don’t want him to leave. Your time with him is limited enough, with his habit of leaving you for days without a single word.

“I want to sleep.” Mattheo yanks his t-shirt on, over his head, and you feel another chink in your chainmail of love, watching as he dresses to leave you. Again.

“You can sleep here. I’ll be quiet, you know?” You whisper, and feel another crack in you as he pulls on his shoes.

“It’s fine.” He says, looking around for the hoodie you frantically tore off him at the start of the evening.

“Come on, Mattheo.” You continue, voice practically pleading with him as your fingers pick at the seam of your covers. “My dorm mates won’t mind. And we haven’t slept with each other in months. It’s always just a quick shag. Don’t you miss the hugging, the kisses, after?”

He lets out an explosive sigh, and turns to you, a mean, tight-lipped smile on his face. “Listen, Y/N, I’m not gonna be a dick, because you’re my girlfriend, but I don’t want to spend the night here.”

You swallow thickly, gaze falling to the covers.

There’s silence as he leaves.

You yawn, quiet as you sit up in your bed, arms stretching. Your covers are warm, that lovely viridian, and you throw them back as you step from between the curtains of your four-poster. It’s a nice day, and the sun shines through the clear water of the lake to stream into the room. The patterns of waves dance around on the stone floor, silver lines flickering and playing across rugs and stone alike.

You slide your feet into your slippers, and glance at the alarm on your bedside table; 10:34.

“Wow.” You whisper, eyebrows raised at the fact that you overslept so much on a Saturday. Usually you save the exhaustion for weekdays so that you can be perpetually late for classes, but it seems like the mess of your sleep schedule has caught up to you.

The lid of your trunk seems lighter than usual, and you open it wide to pull out some clothes from within, nice and breezy for the quickly departing autumn. It’s still warm, and you know that within a week, rain will be hailing down on Hogwarts as Scotland remembers what it is. You want to exploit the nice weather for as long as possible.

“We missed breakfast.” A voice you’ve longed to hear in your ear rings out from behind you, and you feel your heart twist as you turn to see Mattheo’s bare back, standing next to his girlfriend’s bed. His shoulders have lines of pleasure etched into them, much like they did when you were the one drawing the crimson on him.

“It’s fine. I’m tired.” Her voice comes from deep between the curtains, and you watch as without hesitation, Mattheo slips back between the green, clearly settling back down next to her. “Are you staying?”

“Yeah. I don’t really want to be anywhere else if I can be with you.” His voice is low, a rumble in it as the covers on the bed rustle. You try not to think about the cruel, merciless parallels the universe is making.

You fail. And so you go to the bathroom, sit down on the toilet, and cry over a heart that seems to always heal just enough to break again.

⚕️

You feel sick, twisted, still thinking about him after so many months. Your brain a constant tornado of what-ifs, of possibilities, of lost opportunities. You try so so hard to find where it all went wrong, where you really weren’t enough, where you ruined everything.

But the answer is staring at you in the face. You aren’t the bad guy. Never will be. Afterall, how can it be your fault that the relationship didn’t work out if he never loved you in the first place? If he never craved to hold you more than to fuck and leave. If he never shook with rage at the thought of you being hurt. If he never turned green and envious watching guys talk to you the same way you did when girls talked to him. If he never kissed you soft, reverent, worshipping.

You're just a toy in his toy box. Broken and discarded, too boring for him to ever want. Just like all the others, just like the girls that came before you. Your hair no longer shining and healthy with his attention. Your eyes no longer bright and excited for the next time he’d play with you. Your heart no longer confident and sure that the love you give is being returned.

Because Mattheo isn’t going to pick you up again. He’s moved on, toy box locked, with new priorities on his mind. A girl on his mind. The love of his life on his mind.

It just so happens that you now have to be forgotten.

[ okay but like, sometimes i want to give myself a reason to cry. this is what happens when i do ]

[bingbongsupremacy]

Notice Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: Reader wears a dress, cursing

Summary: You really want Steve to notice you. What you don't realize is that Eddie's been there all along.

Eddie is only 1 yr older than the reader.

*Not Proof Read*

Ok, I had a bit of a brain block halfway through writing this one. I hope it's not too noticeable. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks for reading!

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" I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress. " Jeff states with a mouthful of sandwich.

" I'm trying something different. " I set my tray down across from the guy. " Why, does it look bad? "

" No, just different. " Eddie adds in, a smile on his face.

God, I love that smile. Stop. Don't make it weird. He doesn't like you. Besides, what if it makes things in the friend group weird? It's better to date someone outside of the group like Steve.

Across the room I spot the boy in my thoughts. Steve is chatting away with some of the guys on his team, oblivious to my gaze. He's not bad looking. Definitely not Eddie, but not hard on the eyes.

I tear my gaze away from the boy only to discover Eddie looking at me. He glances back at the table I was looking at and then down at my clothes, his eyebrows quirking in realization. He doesn't say anything, opting to instead keep listening to Doug talk about one of the past campaigns.

Halfway through lunch I begin to pack up my things.

" Where are you going? " Eddie asks curiously, cutting off Jeff.

" The business club. They have meetings second half of lunch every Tuesday. " I don't necessarily want to go but Steve's really active in it and I figured it might be a good place to try to get to know him.

Eddie's brows furrow in confusion. " Since when are you interested in business? "

" Since yesterday when I joined. " I roll my eyes. " What is this, an interrogation? "

" Just curious. " Eddie stands up, pulling his jacket off of the back of his chair. " I'll walk you. "

" Sure. It's not thar far. "

We head out of the lunch room together in the direction the business classroom.

" Hey, don't get mad at me, " Eddie begins slightly nervously. " But are you doing all of this, " He gestures to my clothes and the room down the hall. " for Harrington? "

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I had hoped no one would notice. " What makes you say that? " I try to act calmly.

Eddie shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. " Dunno maybe because...you're dressed like every other girl in the school, you joined the club he's the president of and I saw you at his basketball game last night. You hate basketball. "

" I don't hate basketball...I just don't particularly enjoy or understand it. " I say while stopping in front of the classroom. Inside lots if kids are sitting around the tables, waiting for Steve to talk.

Eddie rolls his eyes. " You hate basketball. So you're doing all this for a guy? Why? Because you like him? "

My eyes widen. I clamp my hand over his mouth, pulling the boy away from the open door. " Shut the fuck up, Eddie. Someone could hear you. " I hiss. I move my hand away from his soft lips.

I wonder how it would feel to kiss-Stop.

I step away from the guy, needing to create some distance between us.

" Look, personally I don't think it's a good idea to do what you're doing. " Eddie begins. " But it's your life. Whatever. Listen, " Eddie pulls out a folded slip of paper from his ripped jeans. " the band landed a gig at The Hideout next Friday and I'd really love if you'd come watch. " He unfolds the paper to reveal a printed poster of the band and the bar name.

" Oh fuck yeah, Eddie!! I knew you'd land a gig! " I exclaim while wrapping the boy into a hug. " I'm so fucking proud of you, dude. I'll be there, I swear. "

Eddie wraps his warm arms around me. The faint smell of weed and cheap cologne fills my nostrils, a smell that's just so Eddie.

His face is so close to mine. I can feel his breath on my cheek. If I lean a little I could just k-Stop it. He doesn't like you like that. You're just a friend.

" I should be getting inside. " I pull away, needing to create some distance between us to clear my head.

Eddie gives me a small wave good bye.

I step into the classroom and take a seat at one of the tables. This is going to be boring as shit.

The club meeting seems to take forever to finish up. I don't understand half of what anyone is saying nor am I very interested in finding out what it means. By the end, I'm very happy when the end of lunch bell rings.

I begin to pack up my things when I notice Steve walking towards me.

" Hey! Are you new to the club? " He asks kindly. His smile is wide and friendly. He extends a hand.

I shake his hand and smile back. " Yeah, actually! I joined yesterday. "

" Well, it's always nice to see a new face. I'm Steve. I don't think we've ever officially met. Are you in my next hour math class? "

I nod. " I am, yeah! I'm Y/N by the way. "

Steve grabs his backpack from one of the tables as we walk towards the door. " Is it cool if I walk with you then? "

" Of course. "

Steve's actually pretty nice. Very smart too. He has a bit of a reputation of being a bully, especially around Tommy, but so far I can't see it.

He helps math pass by a lot faster, especially since he understands the concepts a lot more than me.

" Are you free this Thursday? " Steve asks.

That's the day we play DND. Shit

But who knows if I'll get another opportunity with Steve like this.

" Yeah. " I nod, jotting down an answer on my homework. " Why? "

" Well, a few of my friends and I are going Donny's Diner after school to hang out. You're welcome to come if you'd like. "

I'm so torn. Eddie or Steve? Well, there's always another campaign next week. Who knows if Steve will invite me out again.

" Sounds like fun. I'll be there. "

********

" Come on, Y/N. This is 7 millionth time you've canceled on plans with us in two weeks. Is loverboy really that important? " Eddie's voice is slightly annoyed.

" Relax, Ed. It's only been 2 times. I promise I'll go to the next movie night, I swear. "

Eddie sighs. " You better. I miss hanging out with you, who else am I supposed to make snide comments with? "

" What about Gareth? "

" Gareth's not at peak humor like you are. "

A soft 'hey' makes its way through my phone.

" I'll be there next time. " I feel bad for ditching our monthly movie night, but Steve invited me to a party.

" Are you still coming to the gig on Friday? " Eddie asks hopefully.

" I wouldn't miss it for the world. "

Eddie and I end our phone call just in time for Steve and Nancy to show up.

I've actually had a lot of fun with Steve and his friends the past few weeks. I'm not the biggest fan of Tommy and Carol, but Nancy and Barb aren't that bad.

" Are you coming to the game on Friday? " Nancy asks while handing me a beer.

Eddie's gig's on Friday.

" What time is it? " I ask while taking a sip of the amber liquid.

" Varsity starts and 7 and ends at 8-8:30. We're all planning on going to Donny's after. You should come. " Nancy invites with a warm smile.

Corroded Coffin plays at 10. If I'm careful, I should be able to make it.

" I'll be there. "

I just really have to keep track of time.

******

" I can't believe you shot from that far, that was amazing. " I compliment Steve in awe.

Steve smiles widely. " I honestly can't believe it either. I'm still in shock. "

I'm glad I came out tonight. I didn't really understand the game but it's been nice to talk to Steve and the others. Although, I feel like I might've forgotten something.

Eddie.

" Shit. " I blurt, my eyes widening. I look over at the clock on the diner wall. 10:40. " I've got to go. " I hurry out of the diner booth I'm in.

" Is everything alright? " Steve asks in confusion.

" I forgot I had to do something tonight. " I explain quickly. " Thank you guys for inviting me, I'll see you later. " I excuse myself. I quickly pay my tab with the waitress before heading out to my bike. Thank god I chose to bring to with me instead of taking a ride with Steve. There's no way I could make it to The Hide Out on foot.

Eddie's going to kill me. I can't believe I forgot about tonight.

I pull up to the bar to see the guys loading up the back of Eddie's van. Shit, I missed it.

Eddie doesn't acknowledge me as I pull my bike to a stop a few feet away from the band.

" I'm so sorry, guys. " I apologize to Jeff, Gareth and Doug who are closest to me.

" T's fine. " Gareth mumbles. " Eddie's the one who's pissed. "

Over his shoulder, I can hear Eddie curse as he drops a box of cords on the street floor.

" You should go talk to him. We'll give you guys space. We've got stuff to clean up inside anyway. " Jeff leads the guys back into the bar leaving me and Eddie alone outside.

Part of me wishes they were still here. I'm fucking terrified to talk to Eddie. I know I let him down. I just hope I didn't fuck everything up.

" I'm sorry, Edd-"

Eddie cuts me off. " You promised. " He stands up from his place by the fallen box of cords, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. " You fucking promised, Y/N. You said you'd be here. You missed the whole fucking thing! "

" I'm sorry, I lost track of time. I went to dinner with Steve and his friends and I-"

Eddie lets out a bitter chuckle. " Of course, you were with Steve. When aren't you with Steve? It's like you've completely forgotten that you have other friends. "

" Thanks not true! " I argue, beginning to feel defensive. " I hang out with you guys all the time. "

" Bullshit. You've blown us off every chance you've gotten to. " Eddie tosses the cords into the back of his van, quickly moving to pick up the rest of his stuff.

He's not wrong. I hadn't realized how many times I'd stood the boys up. How many times I'd stood Eddie up.

" I don't even know you anymore, Y/N. " Eddie's voice is soft but full of hurt. " You've become a completely different person. Your style, your interests. "

" I'm allowed to change, Eddie. "

" The problem is you're not changing because it's shit you like. You're changing because you want someone to like you. You're lying to yourself and you're lying to Steve. If he can't like you the way you normally are, then he doesn't deserve to be with you. You need someone who accepts you for the way you are. Not someone you need to change for. " Eddie shakes his head in disapproval. " You know what, Y/N, I'm done. "

My brows furrow in confusion. " What? "

" I'm done waiting for you, Y/N. " Eddie avoids my gaze, his face lighting up from what I think is anger. " You never seem to realize that I'm here. I fucking like you. "

My eyes widen.

Eddie likes me?

" I like the way you dress. I like the way you smile. I like the way you're always you! Or at least, the way you were always you. But I'm not good enough for you, and I see that now. Nothing I ever do will make you like me back. "

A sinking feeling builds in my stomach as I realize what Eddie's about to say.

" I can't be your friend anymore. I-I thought I could handle it but I can't. We're done, Y/N. " Eddie turns and begins to quickly walk back into the building.

" Eddie! " I call after the boy, trying to chase him into the bar. " Wait-Eddie! "

The bouncer at the door refuses to let me in, his strong arms holding back from getting inside.

" Eddie! Please! "

He doesn't look back. He doesn't listen.

I fucked up.

*****

It's been three days since I missed Eddie's band preform. He's completely ignored me at school. I don't eat lunch with the boys anymore, it's too awkward. The one day I tried Eddie didn't bother to show up.

I've spent the last few days thinking about Eddie's confession. How did I miss it?

I'm so fucking stupid.

It was so obvious.

He opened my door. He stood up for me. He went out of his way to make sure I got home safe after work. He always showed up to important events for me. He gave me gifts.

And I couldn't even make it to the most important thing to him.

How could I think he wouldn't like me back?

I'm a shitty person. I'm a shitty friend.

" Hey, Y/N. " Steve's voice pulls me out of my head.

I look up to see the boy sitting across from me with a smile. " Hey. " I smile weakly at him.

This is my other issue. I have to tell Steve I've been lying.

Steve seems to notice something wrong. " Are you okay? "

I shake my head. " Not really but I will be. Eventually. "

" Do you want to talk about it? "

He's so sweet. Why did I fucking lie to him?

" You're going to hate me. " I whisper.

Confusion falls Steve's face. " I couldn't hate you. What are you talking about? "

It's now or never.

" I lied to you, Steve. " I begin. " And in the process, I hurt you and someone I really care about. " I gesture down to my clothes. " This isn't me, Steve. I don't wear shit like this. "

Steve's eyes widen.

Embarrassed to see his reaction, I look away. I know he's going to hate me.

" I don't wear dresses and I don't wear uncomfortable shoes like this. I fucking hate business. And I really couldn't care less about basketball. I'm sorry I just don't understand. What I'm saying is, Steve, I liked you and I tried to become someone else to impress you. But I can't do that. It's not fair to you or me. "

I close my eyes, preparing for Steve to curse me out or call me a freak or something.

He doesn't.

" I know. "

I snap my head towards him. " What? "

Steve sends me a small smile. " I know you were lying. "

" How? "

Steve chuckles. " We were in middle school together. And I saw you around the school before we started talking in class. I know what you dress like. I figured you weren't that into business because every time we go to a club meeting you look like you're about to fall asleep. Also, we don't have goalies in basketball. And I had a hunch that you might've had a crush on me, I just didn't have the heart to tell you I'm dating Nancy. I really like hanging out with you, just only as friends. " He says softly.

I feel heat rush to my cheeks. I knew all along. I drop my head onto the table in front of me, trying to hide myself from the boy. This week keeps getting worse and worse. " I'm so fucking stupid. "

Steve gently pats my arm. " No, you're not. I should've told you about Nancy. We all make mistakes, I'm sure whatever you did to your friend, if you just apologize it'll help. "

I peek over my arms and sigh. " I don't know. I messed up pretty bad. "

Steve leans back in his chair. " Well, we've still got about 40 minutes of lunch left. If you want to talk, I'm all ears. "

" Well, it started the day after I found out we had a class together..." I explain the while situation to Steve who's silent majority of the time. He doesn't make me feel judged, just heard.

At the end he finally speaks.

" That's a lot. "

I groan. " I know. And now I don't known what to do. "

" I think you should apologize and tell him how you feel. What's the worst that could happen because of it? " Steve gently pats my hand.

" You're right. " I sigh. " I should go talk to him. " I push myself up out of my chair. " Thanks Steve. "

Steve sends me a smile. " Of course, anytime. "

Now it's time to fix things with Eddie.

******

Mismatched music pours out of Gareths garage as I come to a stop on my bike.

They're tuning up.

Memories of me hanging out with the guys while they practice fill my mind as I get closer to the building.

My heart pounds. What if Eddie hates me? What if they all do? Gareth and Jeff were a little upset but they got over it pretty quickly. Doug didn't give a fuck. What if that's a lie?

Eddie laughs at something Jeff says before turning around and seeing me. His laughter and smile slowly fade until he's left with a neutral expression. " Hey. " He greets quietly, so quiet it's nearly drowned out by Doug's guitar.

" Hey. " I respond feeling awkward. I glance around to see my friends watching us in confusion.

Normally when we get into fights it's over in a few hours. A day at most. Not this one.

" Can we talk? " I ask.

Eddie studies me for a moment. He looks like he's contemplating something. With a sigh, he sets down his guitar and begins to walk past me. " What's there to talk about, Y/N? "

We make far enough away from the garage to have some privacy.

" I want to apologize. " Will he even accept my apology?

Eddie folds his arms in front of his chest, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. " You can't just run back to me because things with Steve didn't work out. "

" That's not what I'm doing. " I sigh. " Eddie, you were right. I was trying to change myself for someone else-to be someone else, and that was wrong. I...I liked Steve because I thought I had a better shot at somehow dating him than dating you. " I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I avoid his gaze. " I thought that you didn't like me...that you wouldn't ever like me. I mean, we've known each other for years and you've never made a move-at least none that I had realized at the time. I'm so stupid. And I'm so sorry for missing your show and missing our hang out days. That wasnt right. I made plans with you first and I should've prioritized those first. " I groan, burying my face in my hands. I'm stupid and embarrassed.

" You liked me? "

I nod, my head moving down to my arms. " Since middle school. "

Eddie is silent for a moment. " We're both fucking idiots. " He chuckles, taking me by surprise.

I look up from my arms, confusion on my face.

Eddie looks over at me, a small smile on his face. " I've liked you since middle school too. "

What the fuck.

" Are you kidding me? " I groan in frustration. " All this shit could've been avoided if we just had better observational skills. "

" And communication skills. " Eddie points out.

I nod. " What do we do now? " I ask quietly, scared of what he'll say.

Eddie sighs. " Well, if I'm honest, I'm still a little upset about you missing the show, "

Of course, that's a big thing. I hope I didn't fuck this up forever.

" but...I guess it's okay since we got invited back to play this Friday...And every Friday after that. " A wide smile spreads across Eddie's face.

" Really?! Oh my gosh, Eddie! That's amazing! I'm so excited for you! "

" Thank you, thank you. " Eddie chuckles at my excitement. " I really hope you can make it to my show this Friday though. "

I nod. " Yes. I'll be there, I swear. "

" Good, because I'd really love to introduce the bar owner to my new partner...if you want to be my new partner, that is. " A hint of nervousness is hidden in his voice as he watches my expression.

My heart pounds. Is this really happening?

" I'd love that. " I grin.

A wide smile breaks onto his face. " Let's go tell the boys. " He gently grabs my hand while threading his fingers through mine.

I am definitely going to be there for his show this Friday.

[hellcat8908]

He Notices Azriel x Female Reader

Warnings: None, just a quick little writing to try to get me out of the writing slump I'm currently in.

You managed to sneak outside of Rita's unnoticed, or so you thought. "What are you doing with him?" Azriel asks from the shadows behind you, startling you. "What do you mean?" You ask, confused by his sudden interest in your relationship with Davian. "It's obvious he knows nothing about you. He keeps trying to make you into someone you're not." He says blatantly. "You don't know what you're talking about." You argue, not wanting to have this conversation. "He doesn't know how to make you happy or how to love you."

"And I suppose you do?! I suppose the great spymaster has me all figured out! In case you haven't noticed, I don't have men lining up to date me, especially not you!" You raise your voice to him, frustrated with this conversation. "I notice more than you think I do, especially when it comes to you." He says calmly, baiting you. "Oh yeah? Tell me me then spymaster, what about me? Have you noticed that others wouldn't." You challenge. "Oh, angel, where do I begin." He says with a grin that makes you question your decision to challenge him.

"I notice the way you always bake our favorite dessert when one of us comes back from a long mission. I notice the way you grin when the characters in your book are being cute and how you blush when you get to the spicy scenes. I notice how you always close your eyes and make a wish whenever you blow out a candle. I notice how you effortlessly calm Nyx down when the rest of us can't. I notice how your hair falls loosely around your face whenever you cook, and you try to blow it out of your way. I notice the way you count the stars when you can't sleep. I notice how you always bring at least one flower back from every assignment and press it into a journal as a keepsake." He says as he watches for your reaction.

He's stunned you into silence. "I've been in love with you but was too afraid to tell you. I can't help but notice all the little things you do and find joy in them. I'd gladly wait in line for a chance to be the one you love, even for a moment. When you're ready, I'll be waiting for you, however long it takes." He says before walking back inside, leaving you alone. Your emotions are a tangled mess, but for the first time, you feel seen as more than your title or a member of the inner circle or just a friend.

"There you are, babe. I was wondering where you got to." Davian says as he comes out to find you. "Just needed some fresh air." You say. "Are you ready to go?" He asks. "Yeah, just let me say bye first, then I'll be ready." You reply. "Sure, babe." He says with a smile. After saying goodbye to everyone, the two of you start walking towards your apartment. The conversation remains simple as you approach your door. He leans in for a kiss, but you stop him, "Davian, I think we should talk..."

Azriel was sound asleep when you knocked on his door. He opened his door, surprised to see you standing there. Before he could say anything, you asked, "Did you mean it? When you said you loved me, did you mean it?" He doesn't hesitate, "Every word, angel." Before he can say another word, your lips are pressed against his. He's caught off guard but quickly recovers and deepens the kiss, bringing his arms around you and pulling you into him. He breaks the kiss before burying his face into your neck as he holds you, "I've waited too long for that," he murmers. "Come on, angel." He says before picking you up and carrying you towards his bed.

"Azriel, I'm not dressed for bed." You inform him. He grabs one of his shirts for you and a clean pair of his boxer briefs. "The bathroom is to the right if you want privacy." He says before putting you down. You quickly change in the bathroom before climbing into his oversized bed. He pulls your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, "Sleep, angel." He murmurs in your hair. You feel more comfortable in his bed than in your own apartment. "Goodnight, Az." You whisper. "Goodnight, angel." He says, sounding half asleep already. You can't help but smile as you drift asleep with him.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. I am absolutely loving your spicy fics where Ed is trans and it got me thinking of him and Stede having their first time and Stede isn't sure how Ed likes to be touched, but he wants him to feel so good, so he whispers into Ed's ear with a voice like silk, "Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling." And Ed's brain just short circuits for a second because no one has ever turned him on so much or treated him with such care and attention. As soon as he asks Stede to slip his fingers inside him, he's done for. 🥵

This was just the inspiration I needed to get some writing done today!! The pwps I've been working on haven't been wanting to cooperate but this was just what the doctor ordered.

very nsfw below the cut!

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Stede didn’t falter until Ed started working his jeans down his thighs.

Now, just because Stede was new in the gay dating scene, Ed might’ve once expected him to be a timid lover. But they’d been dating for long enough that he knew better, and all he could do was sit back and let the full force of Stede’s loving enthusiasm hit him head- on.

That was why it was almost a bit more surprising when Stede paused, his hand warm on Ed’s bare thigh, his eyes flicking from Ed’s boxers to his face.

Ed should’ve guessed Stede was too good to be true, probably.

“It’s alright,” he said, trying to laugh it off, trying not to look hurt. “It’s okay, we don’t have to.”

“No, sweetheart, no,” Stede hurried to say, kissing his cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Ed pursed his lips. 

“I just…” There it was, again, that hint of hesitance. “How do I make you feel good?”

“It’s not complicated,” Ed said, trying to force himself to relax down against the sheets. “You’ve got a cock, I’ve got a hole. You just stick it on, it’s hardly rocket science.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, Ed.” Stede kissed Ed’s cheek, then along his jaw, then down his throat, and Ed gasped when Stede got the sensitive skin there between his teeth. “I didn’t ask how to fuck you. I can figure that out myself. I asked how I can make you feel good.”

Ed’s brain had been doing a pretty amazing job of functioning, considering Stede was standing there in front of him all hot and shirtless, but at that it went completely offline.

Stede loved him. Stede wanted to make him feel good. He was never just arm candy or a hole to fuck, not to Stede.

“I…” Ed swallowed, loud in the quiet, his fingers shaking as he clenched at the bedsheets.

“It’s alright, love.” Stede’s voice was quiet in his ear, sending an electric- hot shiver down his spine. “Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling.”

“I - yeah,” Ed managed, barely, quickly shoving his boxers down his legs. He was wet already, of course, just the feeling of Stede kissing him and the promise of more making him dripping wet, and he gasped softly as he was exposed to the cool air.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous man,” Stede said, keeping a comforting hand on Ed’s thigh as he situated himself between Ed’s legs. “Aren’t you beautiful?”

“You don’t have to say that,” Ed whispered. “I know my body isn’t what a lot of guys want.”

“I said it because I mean it,” Stede assured him, soothing a thumb along the sensitive skin of Ed’s inner thigh. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

There were goosebumps, rising up on Ed’s arms.

“Is that okay?” Stede checked, a trace of nervousness playing along his face. “If you don’t want me using those words to describe you, just let me know, okay?”

“I like them,” Ed admitted softly.

“That’s perfect, then,” Stede said with a relieved smile. “My gorgeous boy.”

Ed moaned, his head tipping back.

“You’re amazing, precious. Just perfect.” Stede got a hand on Ed’s other thigh, gently encouraging him to spread his legs open for him. “Can you show me how you like to be touched, please, love?”

Slowly, Ed lowered a hand to swirl a finger around his straining little cock, already rock-hard just from Stede’s attention and praise. He dipped a finger around his hole to bring some of his wetness up to ease the slide, his head tipping back in pleasure.

He was so turned on that the pleasure was almost sharp, and his head tipped back, helpless whimpers falling from his lips -

“Gorgeous,” Stede whispered again. “Can I…?”

Ed pulled his fingers away, returning his hand to a helpless fist in the sheets. “Please, Stede, please -”

“Shh, precious, it’s okay,” Stede said. “I’m going to take care of you, sweet man.”

Yeah. Ed had no doubts at all about that.

Stede held him open, for just a moment, admiring his dripping hole and bracketing his hard cock with his fingers, muttering a soft gorgeous as Ed’s hips moved of their own volition, rutting unevenly against his touch.

And then he touched him, and he’d been paying attention, because his first hesitant rubs around his cock turned quickly into confident pressure, stroking him just how he liked. Past the pleasure, Ed could tell Stede was honing in on his every little reaction, his whines and groans and the way his hips bucked up into his fingers, until Ed’s inner thighs were shaking and he was a trembling mess underneath him.

“Perfect,” Stede praised, and - 

Fuck, but no one had ever touched Ed like this. No one had ever treated him like such a treasure before.

“Stede,” Ed practically sobbed. “Please, Stede, give me a finger, need you inside, please -”

“Of course, love,” Stede said, his voice gentle and unquestionably adoring, and he kept rubbing Ed’s cock as he teased his hole for just long enough to make Ed squirm before so, so gently pressing a finger inside.

Ed clenched around it frantically, his mind blanking at the overwhelming pleasure, and Stede fucked him shallowly with it before giving in to his needy whimpers and easing in another.

“That’s it, precious,” Stede praised, looking between Ed’s blissed- out face and watching his fingers disappear into Ed’s hole. “You open up so beautifully for me. Best thing I’ve ever seen, you stretched around my fingers -”

With a shout, Ed came, harder than he thought he had in his life, clenching around Stede’s fingers and overwhelmed tears falling down his face as Stede fucked him gently through it.

“Amazing, Ed,” Stede said, pulling his fingers from him and leaning forward to kiss him. “Just perfect.”

Ed grinned, feeling so in love he was nearly drunk with it, and he gently caught Stede’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Your turn.”

[damagedintellect]

Kunikida x Reader [Truth or Dare]

💌 Truth or Dare with the ADA: Kunikida's book of kissing techniques 💌  

Summary: A slow day in the office leads to a game of Truth or Dare. You thought it would be harmless fun but Dazai's seen the way you look at Kunikida and he just wanted to help.

Notes: My brain went "wouldn't it be funny if" so I had to write it

💌 Word count: 1,405 💌

It was an incredibly slow day in the office when Ranpo announced that he was bored. Nothing new. Although from across the room you could hear Dazai suggest playing a game since most people were lazing around anyway, well except for Kunikida. You didn’t mind playing a game but you didn’t exactly want to get in trouble. That’s when Atsushi chimed in “What about truth or dare? That’s fairly low effort! And then those who don’t really want to play can pick truth.”

Everyone else agreed since most people were participating only to amuse Ranpo, who huffed that choosing truth was lame and a cop out. It didn’t stop Kenji from choosing it though, causing the detective to groan. You had been quietly working away getting ahead for tomorrow as the game progressed. If no one wanted to choose you then you would happily sit and watch. Kunikida set another stack of papers down on his desk, catching everyone’s attention for a moment. He’s probably annoyed that most people were goofing off instead of doing their work. You wondered if he would play if someone chose him? 

“Dazai, truth or dare?” Atsushi grinned. He just thought of a good use of the game.

Dazai brought his hand under his chin proudly exclaiming. “Dare, obviously! Do your worst!”

Clapping his hands, Atsushi revealed the greatest strategy for the game “Perfect, I dare you to buy me chazuke!”

Chaos was unleashed as everyone was cackling. So many wasted turns of stupid dares like making Ranpo speak in the third person or having Junichiro turn all his clothes inside out. This one was actually brilliant. Dazai didn’t know what to say, he definitely wasn’t expecting that but he should have figured it would be something like that. 

Dazai smirked. “Fine. (Y/N), Truth or dare?”

You perked up from your seat not expecting to be called on. “Truth.” 

You heard Ranpo shout “Lame!” as Dazai thought for a moment.

“Oh I know who do you have a crush on?” He stared back proud of himself for putting you on the spot like that. You quickly glanced at Kunikida in your peripheral vision. His back was turned to you. Clearing your throat you needed to give at least some answer so instead you say. “You know what actually I meant dare!”

Dazai’s grin widened as if he was prepared for you to back out. “I dare you to kiss Kunikida!”

“What! You can’t be serious?” That bastard painted you into a corner. 

“Or you could answer question, either way you have to pick one!” Dazai smirked knowingly. He’d already known your feelings were for Kunikida. By the way he was wiggling his eyebrows at you it felt like he was trying to express that he was helping you move your crush along.

Kunikida stopped what he was doing pushing up his glasses. “If it’s consent you're worried about I’ll allow it. He never said it had to be on the lips after all, I'd hate for you to admit something you don’t want to.” He turned to glare at the brunette “Dazai stop making everyone uncomfortable. I don’t care if you guys keep playing but-ffmpfhff”

When Kunikida wasn’t paying attention you had walked up beside his chair and kissed him on the lips. You stormed out of the office before you could see his reaction. Your cheeks were burning as you paced outside the door.

Ranpo cheered as chaos once again consumed the office. He didn’t think you’d have the guts to do it. Of course he’s known from the start about your crush but he knew better to not get involved. Now this was entertaining. Kunikida stopped mid sentence. His heart was pounding in his chest from a simple touch of the lips. It didn’t even last that long to his dismay but it made his train of thought crash all together. He's admired your drive and work ethic but that was all. He would never fantasize about his coworkers out of respect but that chaste kiss sparked something.

Dazai was laughing as he leaned over his desk “Earth to Kunikida? How did it feel to be (Y/N)’s first kiss?” He was talking out of his ass but with the frazzled look on Kunikida’s face the blonde seemed to have believed him. Kunikida stood up smacking Dazai with his book as he went after you. The blonde felt bad for taking something that usually is very important to people. He was going to make it up to you.

You wondered if you should go back in or just go home. Looking at the time it wouldn’t make much of a difference. As you took a step towards the staircase you heard Kunikida call your name “(Y/N) wait. I wanted to apologize, I really had no idea.”

Ah so he figured it out. This is where you get rejected now isn't it? You’ve never gotten to see his list of ideals but you can’t imagine with 58 of them being what he looks for in a partner, well you doubt you could possibly match every one of them. Although you do wonder how many of the 58 you do meet. You let Kunikida catch up to you before you spoke. You didn’t want to be shouting about your feelings from across the hallway. 

“It’s okay really if anything it was Dazai’s fault so,” You didn’t meet his gaze opting to look at your feet. Honestly you were surprised that he even followed you out but Kunikida would be the type to let you down easy face to face. In that case you might as well ask. “So about the kiss, did you at least like it?”

He pushed up his glasses. “Your lips were tense and a little off center. It was also too quick for me to really feel anything but for your first kiss I’d say it was adequate. You don’t want to be too firm with your approach.”

You blinked at him. At least he didn’t hate it? Although it wasn’t your first kiss, but if he was making excuses for your bizarre behavior just now then you’ll take it. “I guess I just need a little more practice.”

He cleared his throat. He doesn't know why he feels the need to divulge this information to you. Maybe it's the guilt of robbing you of a proper first kiss. “I might not be the most experienced but I’ve studied the twenty four most common types of kisses and several techniques that one should master to be considered a good kisser.” He looked shyly to the side. If Dazai read that section of his journal he would never hear the end of it. “Of course it’s been a few years since I’ve touched those pages but I could help you if you wanted. Consider it penance for taking your first kiss.”

You know “Kunikida becoming your kissing instructor” wasn’t exactly on your bingo card for this year but if it means you get to spend alone time with him, you would have played truth or dare months ago. Guess you’d have to thank Dazai for this opportunity, maybe even Ranpo. 

You tried not to look too excited. “I’ll do my best.”

He looked relieved. Kunikida took off his glasses“Great, now relax your lips.” He took a breath to settle his nerves. Whether it was guilt, shame or embarrassment he’ll never know but there was a burning desire to kiss you again to make amends.

“Wait right now?”

He put his glasses in his pocket as he cupped your face. Seeing your cute expression would only cause him to hesitate. “We’ll start tomorrow but I wanted to show you what it’s supposed to feel like.” 

His eyes peered down at your lips as he leaned in delicately placing them on your own. You could feel the warmth rush to your cheeks as you melted into his touch. It was longer than your peck from earlier but it was still just a simple touch of the lips. The thought of Kunikida initiating the kiss made you lightheaded. As he pulled away you were breathless. It was a miracle that you could even stand right now.

“Well?” Kunikida cleaned his glasses before putting them back on. 

You smiled softly hoping that he couldn’t hear your racing heart beat “Looks like I have a lot to learn.”

[jungle-angel]

Who's Gonna Ride These Wild Horses? (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett get the surprise of your lives when some new arrivals on the ranch take up residence

Warnings: Mentions of animal abuse, neglect etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @withahappyrefrain @callmemana @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia

"Darlin ya'll outdid yourself with this," Rhett said, finishing off the last bite of his breakfast.

"My pleasure," you chuckled, kissing your husband, the lingering taste of the eggs, cheese, prosciutto and Italian spices still on his lips.

Rhett heard his phone vibrating on the counter as he was clearing away the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. He unplugged it from the wall charger and found a message from his father splayed across the screen.

Dad: Hey, need ya'll down here when you get a minute, we've got new arrivals

"Hey darlin?"

"Hmm?"

"We're gonna have to dig into the blueberry muffins later," Rhett told you. "Got some new arrivals. Dad needs help unloading them."

You quickly helped Rhett finish off the dishes before heading down to the pasture to help. The trailers were all ready to be unloaded, the hands working to make sure none of the animals inside tried to bolt.

"What've we got this time, Dad?" Rhett asked.

"Horses," Royal told him. "Got a few in here who came all the way up from Kentucky."

"Derby horses?"

"Yep," Royal answered. "Stables were overcrowded and they couldn't keep a couple of mares. Got a few that came from up from New Mexico and Colorado."

You and Rhett watched as two of the hands unloaded a gorgeous chestnut mare, her head held high and proud as she walked down the gangplank.

"Should we figure out names?" you asked Rhett.

"I've already got one for that one," Rhett answered. "Ya'll feel ok with Ginger?"

"Couldn't have picked a better one," you half laughed.

Another mare came trotting her way down, part of her tail sticking up and her head bobbing with excitement. God she was gorgeous, a black Arabian mare with a little white star marking on the bridge of her snout and a little white on her hoof. You and Rhett didn't even have to guess her name......Beauty.

You were both melting at the sight of a little shaggy shetland pony being brought out next, the poor little guy definitely needing as much care as you, Rhett and the others could give. Another one and two little foals were brought out, their manes matted and the mare's hooves definitely needing a good clip and file. Two stallions came shortly after and the last being a black and white Appaloosa mare.

You and Rhett spent most of the day in the stables, hanging around the horses. The two little shetland foals took to you quickly, rolling into your lap like a pair of puppies and quickly accepting the sprigs of mint and sugar cubes you pulled from your pockets.

"Oh jeez little lady," Rhett said, straining to clip the excess growth off the shetland mare's hoof. "Ya'll need to be re-shoed."

You helped your husband, father-in-law and the others groom and re-shoe the horses as best you could. Ginger was the most patient of them all, but when you came to the Appaloosa mare, she had proved a little difficult. She tossed her head and reared, her legs reaching high into the air. After a while, you and Rhett had no choice but to let her loose into the pasture.

"Man that horse has some fire," Royal chuckled.

"She'd make a great rodeo horse that's for sure," John laughed.

"Ya'll wanna keep her? Or is she comin up with us?" Rip asked Rhett.

Rhett gave you the questioning look, your own returning the answer.

"I think we're gonna keep her," Rhett said.

"She'll need a name," John told you.

You and Rhett tried to figure out a name for her but nothing came to you right away. You watched her for as long as you could, your minds trying to rack up a name that would fit her, the only noticeable thing about her was how high her legs lifted off the ground. The little foible never left your minds, not even once throughout the whole week. Finally, when Joy, Martha, Rose and Joy's father, Art, came by for a visit, you had a name.

"She got a name yet?" Art asked, you him and Rhett leaning against the fence.

"Only name we could give her," Rhett half laughed. "Named her Steps High."

Art laughed as Steps High came over to sniff, gladly accepting the handful of oats from his hand.

She's a good horse and quickly proves her worth. She never loses that high spirited personality and leads you and Rhett to several rodeo victories. Only when she finds her equal, does Steps High really begin to calm a little, but you and Rhett love her regardless.

[mythomagicsaguiltypleasure]

When Jason and Leo first kissed, it was on the jetty at Camp Halfblood. Leo had been watching the first stars come through as the sun was setting, laying back with a single arm raised, pointing at each star and naming them.

He had just figured out his feelings for Jason and was trying not to do anything irrational. Jason had sat down next to him, but that was barely noticed by Leo, who just kept on naming stars. It was music to Jason’s ears, who had known he liked Leo as more than a friend for a few months.

By the time Leo noticed Jason, he was basically snuggled into Jason’s side. They were drawn towards each other like magnets. Jason just smiled and told him to keep going, saying that it was really “cute- er- I mean cool” that he knew all of their names. Leo blushed what he thought was a little too much before continuing until he got distracted by Jason looking at him with what could’ve been adoration, if Leo didn’t know him better.

Jason and Leo started talking until the tension was so thick that you could probably cut it with something Leo could pull out of his tool belt. They were sitting, by that time, quite close together.

That’s when it happened.

Jason couldn’t take it anymore and just asked.

“Leo, can I kiss you?”

Leo just nodded, too blown away to be able to say something.

Jason inched closer until their faces were an inch away from each other. Leo filled the gap. As their lips collided, there was a spark so intense that it could’ve been mistaken for one of Jason’s.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you write a story with 90’s slash where he’s drunk and is being all lovey and touchy in front of the rest of the band? And the band is surprised seeing him like that? With like fluff but also smut?

A/n: There isn't a whole lot of fluff but it is there in parts, I'm sorry I really suck at writing fluff lol but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Warnings: Smut, Slash is drunk, oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d dropped by the studio with lunch, a regular routine you’d fallen into. It’s become so regular that the guys started chipping in and making requests, multiple stops at a time even. You didn’t mind if it meant getting out of the house and getting to spend time with your boyfriend, Slash.

This time, however, you walked in on a very different scene.

Slash was sitting in a chair, his guitar on the ground beside him and he couldn’t reach it. Instead of standing up to get it he just kept lazily reaching for it over and over again.

He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his other hand, half empty and it was still cold. There were a few empty bottles on the floor around him.

Duff came over and took the bags of food from you. “He was like this when he got here.” He said, his voice quiet so Slash didn’t hear, not that it would really register with him.

You let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Figured.” You chewed your cheek and went over to Slash, taking a seat on the armrest of the barcalounger he was on. You pulled his hair out of his face to get his attention. “Hey baby, what are you doing?” He looked over at you and it took a minute for him to register who you were but when he did the biggest smile came to his face.

“You’re here!” He gleamed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Missed you so much!” He said as he littered kisses all over your face, you couldn’t help but giggle, even though his breath reeked of alcohol.

“It’s only been a few hours?” You said, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“Oh, shut up, that’s too long!” He whined, a pout tugging at his lips. Slash always had been super pouty. You threw an arm around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“The fuck is this?” Axl’s voice boomed, though he didn’t seem mad. You glanced around and noticed that all eyes were suddenly on you two.

“What do you mean?” It’s not like they didn’t know you two were in a relationship and it’s definitely not the first time you’ve been affectionate with Slash.

“Slash has feelings!” Steven exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.

“We’ve never seen him so...” Duff trailed. “Cuddly?” You shrugged and relaxed back into Slash who stared at you with nothing but fondness in his dazed eyes.

“Why don’t you stick around?” Axl asked. “Keep him in check so we can actually get work done.” You agreed and everyone got back to work.

Except for Slash.

He refused to let go of you for even a second, which made it much harder to play guitar. He zoned out and wouldn’t speak at all. All he did was nuzzle into you, kiss you and run his hands over you, crossing over more and more sensitive spots.

Slash drunk wasn’t your favourite, but him being so openly affectionate was sweet to you. You told yourself it was because he wanted to do it when he was sober but just didn’t have the courage to. It made sense since the main cause of his drinking and drugging was because he was introverted and it made it easier for him to exist with humans.

What started as innocent touches quickly turned sexual as he kept trying to get his hands under your waistband, constantly pulling and tugging at your clothes, kissing your neck and shamelessly grinding his crotch on your ass.

You tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t, saying he just loved you so much and how he needed this, needed you. The band around you guys kept laughing at it which only spurred Slash on.

It crossed a line when you looked away and Slash lifted your top, revealing your chest on the one day you didn’t feel like putting on a bra.

You pulled your shirt back down and got off of him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” You scolded, glaring down at him. He looked right back up at you with nothing but desire. But he seemed confused, like he didn’t know what he did wrong.

Slash stood and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just wanna love you.” He mumbled, words slurring together.

“Come on,” Axl teased, “just let him love you.” The rest of them were all giggling as well. You rolled your eyes and stormed off, angrily dragging Slash behind you, ignoring how he stumbled on his own feet to keep up with you.

Outside their studio space was a long hallway leading into many more hallways and a few more studios but among them were janitorial closets and other small rooms for little things scattered between. Perfect for you to push Slash into.

You locked the door behind you with the intent to scold him but he was already on his knees and tugging on your waistband again. “Slash, are you kidding me?”

“No.” He answered in a cheeky tone, big smile and giggling as he pulled your pants down. You should’ve stopped him but you didn’t want to. His touches bothered you in front of everyone but you couldn’t say no when he could make you feel so good.

Slash pulled your panties down and licked between your folds, licking up your slick before focusing on your clit. He couldn’t stop giggling which only sent vibrations straight through you. Your hands buried in his curls as your hips bucked to meet his lips, bordering riding his face. He didn’t even seem to notice, getting off on giving you pleasure.

You caught him palming himself through his leather pants so you kicked his hand away. “Only good boys get to cum.” You said, voice breathy as you continued to push his face into you. His hands gripped your thighs, needing to occupy them somehow so he wouldn’t touch himself he pushed one finger into you before adding another.

The small closet quickly filled with your moans and Slash’s muffled giggling along with lewd noises. You were sure that if anyone passed by they would hear but right now you didn’t care as your first high crashed down on you and you held Slash’s lips to your clit as you gushed on his face.

You pulled away and Slash’s body relaxed. He’d been holding himself up on his knees but he let himself hit the ground, now looking up at you like a proud puppy.

[mrsfitzgerald]

23.06.23 ✨

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about Jack s5 time travel au again. eventually he’s going to break down, right? he can tell himself that sam & dean wouldn’t want him to jeopardize the future by changing the past, stand by and let lucifer carry on with his reluctant destruction while telling himself that this is his job, to preserve the life sam & dean & cas will have, no matter how much he’s watching them and everything else get hurt in the present. and maybe for them, jack would misguidedly stick it out and make sure things go as they should because the life that they will have might hurt, but it’s theirs, right? it’s what they wanted, right?

but again. lucifer is also there. lucifer is the crux of the apocalypse, and he’s taken jack under his wing thinking he’s a rebel angel for lucifer’s cause, and he’s so different. lucifer and Jack having quiet conversations surrounded by natural beauty where lucifer is so filled with love for all of it, so furious with humanity for ruining the world, so angry and heartbroken that god wouldn’t listen to him. he’s telling jack this while jack nods and listens and tries not to say anything that will give him away. lucifer’s grooming his wings for him absently, saying how much he missed taking care of one of his siblings while caged, and jack is trembling from the constant affection he’s being shown from his dad who doesn’t know he’s his dad. who has never been like this around him before. who he didn’t know could be like this.

i think that’s what would break jack and push his hand into trying to change the future. what wouldn’t he do, if he has the chance to save his father from himself?

[emmyrosee]

Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.

He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.

But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.

“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.

“Pretty good.”

“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“

“What the fuck was that?”

You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”

“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”

You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”

“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”

“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”

His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.

“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“

“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”

“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”

Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.

“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”

“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”

[gojorgeous]

arranged marriage! gojo heacanons

pairing: gojo x fem!reader synopsis: just some headcanons about arranged marriage gojo! headcanons do follow a linear plot content: MDNI (18+ONLY), nsfw & sfw content, arranged marriage, p->v, oral (fem!receiving), pregnancy, breeding, not proofread because i'm lazy!!! a/n: i had a request to do a sort of expansion/sequel/prequel (?) on my business or pleasure fic, so... this is that. enjoy! and remember AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 2k (that's so much headcanon lmao)

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who reluctantly agrees to an arranged marriage when the clan decides it’s time to secure the lineage and make a new heir.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose jaw nearly drops when he sees you for the first time as you’re walking down the aisle. No way you’re that hot… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s practically rocking on his feet waiting for the minister to give him permission to kiss you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who drags said kiss on a little (a lot) longer than he needed to and spends the rest of the night wishing he’d dragged it on even longer.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s actually really pissed that there are so many damned guests at his wedding. All of them want to talk to him when all he really wants to do is talk to you!!! 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who only gets about three words into you the whole night and feels like pouting every time someone pulls him away from your arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally relaxes a bit when the party’s over and he finally gets you alone. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has a hard time keeping his hands to himself on the drive home. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who can’t help but stare at your lips as you answer his silly little questions about your favorite color and your favorite food.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has to restrain himself from literally pulling you out of the car and up to his penthouse. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who suddenly finds himself a little nervous when he finally has you to himself. It’s his wedding night and he has to please his wife, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who revels in tearing away your dress until he sees the lacy little white set you have on underneath.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who pins your wrists to the bed just so he can admire the way you look beneath him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who nearly comes with no warning the first time he hears you moan his name. He decides it’s his sole purpose in life to make you moan like that as much as possible. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is somehow both gentle and rough, who peppers you with kisses but rocks into you so good he has you seeing stars. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he ascends when you come around his cock and then ascends again when he remembers he married you and gets to see it for the rest of his life. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes sure to cum inside you and give you every last drop. After all, you have to make a new little Gojo heir, right?

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who holds you tightly to his chest until you drift off to sleep with your head atop his heart. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes the next two hours to be able to fall asleep himself, too hyped up on all the endorphins he’s feeling.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose brow furrows and stomach drops when he wakes the next morning to you not in his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who scours the house for you and finds you in the living room reading, already having been up for hours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart fractures a little bit when you greet him soooooo formally and tell him that there’s some breakfast in the fridge. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends far too long in the shower, letting the water run over him and trying to figure out where he went wrong. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who comes to the conclusion that he just needs to win you over a little more slowly, who smiles and thinks he knows exactly how to do it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds you still reading on the couch and tells you to get ready to go out– you’re going shopping. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes you to every designer shop he can think of and buys everything your eyes so much as graze over. Even if you tell him you don’t want it– he doesn’t care. You’re getting it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart flutters in his chest when you smile at a pretty little necklace he buys you. It’s not the most expensive thing he’s bought you by far, but it makes you the happiest nonetheless. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s confused as to why you keep thanking him so profusely on the way home. His money is your money now… do you not know that? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes a stop at the bank on the way home and gets you a flashy black credit card with your name (and new last name hehe) printed at the bottom. He loves the way your eyes widen and your lips part when he tells you there’s no limit. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who asks you what you want to do that night. Fly to Paris for dinner? Pack for a vacation to Bali? Maybe just a fancy meal at Tokyo’s most exclusive restaurant? He’s shocked when you say you’d prefer takeout and a movie on the couch, but all too happy to oblige.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who orders half the menu at your favorite ramen restaurant that he’s never heard of. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes go wide when he takes the first bite and tells you it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who stares at your lips when you laugh and ask him, “really? The best?” 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s suddenly tugging your skirt down your thighs and burying his face between your legs. He takes one long lick and moans, saying that the ramen is now only second-best. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he could fuck you for hours on his couch, but stops after just a few rounds. He doesn’t want to tire his little baby out. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who savors the way you let him hold you after sex. Why couldn’t he hold you like this all day? So what if you’d just met– you’re his wife??? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buries his face in your neck to memorize the moment, dreading the second you pull away from him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who almost protests when you wrap a blanket around your body and pad off, saying you’re going to take a shower.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who debates cornering you in the bathroom for another round, if only so he can hold you again, but thinks better of it and cleans up your forgotten ramen instead.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is completely exasperated when you never return to finish the movie. He finds you sitting in your shared bed, reading again. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart drops when you only look up long enough to give him a small smile instead of tumbling straight into his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds himself once again in the shower contemplating his existence. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who decides he’ll win you over one way or another, even if it takes longer than he originally intended… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who climbs into bed next to you and slings an arm around your waist casually, like his heart isn’t hammering in his chest when he buries his face in his pillow. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who doesn’t truly fall asleep until you turn off your bedside lamp and lie down beside him. His heart does little skips when you don’t wiggle out from under his arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who wakes first in the morning this time to find you curled so tightly into his chest he’s sure his pounding heart is going to wake you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes turn into little hearts when you wake blushing after you realize how closely you’ve curled into him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who tells you it’s okay and pulls you back into him and smirks when you can't see his face.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends the next few weeks buying you every knick and knack, every snack and meal, and bending you every surface in the house. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes light up whenever he sees you wearing that little necklace he bought you on that very first shopping trip. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buys you another necklace… this one with his initials dangling from the chain. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes you ride him so he can see his letters swaying from your neck as you come on his cock. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends every waking moment with you on his mind, who gets in a sticky situation while fighting more than once because he’s waiting for you to text him back or remembering all the nasty things he did to you last night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally takes a look at the pages of those books you like so much and realizes the pure filth his dirty little wife reads right beside him every night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s not angry or put off, but rather excited. He uses it as a manual the next he has you under him and when he repeats a line verbatim from your book he laughs so loud at your shocked little blush that he’s sure you’re both getting a noise complaint in the morning. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes every effort to find out what you like (beyond reading smut) and buys you front row tickets to a concert for a band that you both happen to love. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds out your favorite movie series and takes three (unapproved) days off of work just to have a marathon with you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is having his morning coffee (full of cream and sugar and caramel sauce, of course) when you make your way into the kitchen with your lip pulled between your teeth. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes blow wide when he sees a stick with two little pink lines and realizes he’s managed to knock you up on the first try.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who simply has to have you right then and there, bending you over the counter and groaning your name when he slides inside your cunt. He’s gentler this time, though. Can’t be too rough when his wife is pregnant, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who goes overboard with his excitement and buys a new car the same day he finds out you’re pregnant. It’s practically a tank with all its safety features. He says you’re only allowed in that specific vehicle for the foreseeable future. Get used to it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s all over you now. Whatever restraint he had before is gone now that you’re carrying his baby. He touches you… everywhere. All the time. It’s like it pains him to not have at least a smidgen of his skin on yours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who keeps trying to win you over in the following weeks. He needs you. Not just your body, but your mind and your soul, too!

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who just lets it slip that he loves you when he’s balls deep in your cunt. Doesn’t even get embarrassed or flustered about it, just keeps pounding into you and whining about how much he loves you over and over again while he’s filling you up. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who lets the floodgates open after that. He tells you he loves you at every opportunity. It gets to the point where those three little words don’t even fluster you anymore, but you haven’t said them back. Not yet. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who waits patiently. He knows he’s getting to you, little by little. He’s sure he’ll hear you say it back soon. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s blindsided despite having convinced himself he’d be able to play it cool. He’s got you on the couch, wrapped up in his arms with his head on your tummy (he gets to hold you as much as he wants now hehe). You’re braiding his hair when you tell him that you love him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who flushes the deepest shade of pink you’ve ever seen and pulls down his blindfold like he needs to see you say it again.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who begs to hear it again and again and again until he’s smiling so wide it's literally blinding. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks his arranged marriage was definitely the best thing to ever happen to him <3

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[ickadori]

i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.

sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.

you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.

but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.

sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.

but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.

he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.

his cock, obviously.

“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.

your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”

“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”

“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”

“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.

“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.

“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?

he can’t.

it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”

“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.

“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”

that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.

[augustinewrites]

your apartment fills with the mouthwatering scents of buckwheat and dashi as you begin to unpack the takeout that's just been delivered. but even with your stomach already growling, you pause, confused.

“kento?” you call to where he’s is leaning against the counter.

“yes, love?”

you count the boxes again, frowning. “why did you order three? is one for your other girlfriend?”

“of course not,” he replies, unfazed by your teasing accusation as he continues to scroll through his tablet. “she doesn't like soba.”

you throw a napkin in his direction when your see the small smirk curling on his lips, shutting off his tablet to look over at you.

you wait, watching him expectantly.

"it's…for yuuji.”

“ah,” you realize, unable to keep from smiling. “your protégé.”

“he’s more like my intern,” he corrects, taking two plates from the cabinet.

you grab a third, following him to the dining table to help him set up. “you fired your last intern because you didn’t like how he organized your files. yet this one is sukuna’s vessel, and you’re bringing him soba.”

nanami pulls out your chair, kissing the top of your head before settling in his own seat. "you don't approve."

"it's not about that. if you say he's not dangerous, of course i believe you.”

he looks at you for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what to say.

“i just…don’t want him to feel so alone,” he says softly. “you heard about what happened at the detention center. gojo’s trying to hide him from the higher-ups right now, but we don’t know how long that’ll last. he’s just a kid, and gojo’s has a lot going on. so i— i want to look out for him.”

he glances over at the takeout bag, where the third box is sitting. “i may not be able to protect him like gojo can, but i can at least make sure he’s eating.”

you know he’s been exhausted lately. you can see it in the lines on his face and the slight sag of his shoulders when he trudges home at the end of the day.

yet he still finds time to care for a student that’s not his own.

and oh, if that did not make your heart skip a beat, knowing you were loved by a man capable of such care. you can’t help but watch him, almost unable to wrap your head around how lucky you are.

“you’re staring, dear.”

you sigh loudly, rising from your seat to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “i think my heart might burst if i find another reason to love you more than i already do.”

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to your engagement ring.

“you love me plenty already. which is why you’ve already set a third plate out to invite yuuji to eat with us, correct?”

_____

“and then nanamin charged in and chopped it up just like this—”

nanami watches you watch yuuji swing a single chopstick menacingly as he recounts their last mission.

“he just charged in, hm?” you ask calmly. “yuuji, you’ll tell me if my fiancé is being reckless, won’t you?”

“yes ma’am!”

the blond sits up, clearing his throat. “surely that’s not necessary.”

“he’s so stubborn, isn’t he?” you ask the boy sitting across from you, even rolling your eyes.

“sure is! he’s pretty bossy too.”

nanami’s scoffs as if he’s annoyed, but secretly…secretly he couldn’t be more pleased.

he’s always wanted to be a lot of things in his life. a good sorcerer, a good employee. a good man.

but all of those things he thought he needed to be to live a full life are irrelevant.

because nothing is more fufilling than being needed and being loved.